All around the world (same song)Killa Cali nigga (same song)A-T-L (same song)Real-adelphia, dude it's all around the world

London, England, South of FranceAnd all points between they know about your manKonichiwa ladies when I'm out in JapanI'm a Tokyo Giant like Ichiro, I amPiss poor nigga from the hood but I blewNow I bounce six-fours up and down CrenshawSpot me the hotel, the Cap', or CapriBathrobe, slippers in the lobby like weedYour man'll stand manta ray, handling a steakAnd handling the modern stand about five-eightFive-nine fine wine fine dine either thatOr I'm mixing in Switzerland, trying to buy timeBalling out in Bali when it's gorgeous out in CaliBrunching at the 4 Seasons, off the heezyWhen it's back home nigga back to the zoneNigga back to the books to the rhymes that took me

All around the world.. (same song)Brooklyn bombers (same song)Detroit players (same song)Chi-Town all around the world

Said it's all love, Sure Club, M-I-AParty at bungalow eight, when I stayPool look like a hundred Beyonce'sA couple fiances, I'm the new DeVante"Come and Talk to Me" mami in the EasyGarant, I hope, she ain't too youngOnly twenty-one and older let another nigga mold herI'm just tryin to show her how a baller and a rollerSleep one place, sell the pie to keep the engineRunning then I wake up in Martha's VineyardSame boss this year, I think I'm gon' spend ChristmasReminisce about the time my mom couldn't spend ChristmasNow I'm goin' send her on her own little wish listAnywhere in the world, anywhere for my girlForever my lady, blind crippled and crazyA ticket and you pay to see D, sweet Sade

Sade, Sade, don't you know I love you sweet Sade, SadeAll around the world

Said it ain't where you from yo it's where you atReal niggas out in Brooklyn, some niggas don't clapIt's real killers out in Cali, some niggas just actHollywood like they out the hood, it's all to the goodReal players in the D-Twa, some of them throwedSlacking on they macking, rest haven for hoesReal pranksters in the Chi, most of them real folksDisciplined Gangsters, come on Charlie I knowShit it ain't about your city or boroughIt's bout if you really as thoroughAnd if you are, holla at your boyI put my hand on my heart, that means I feel youReal recognize real and you looking familiarI'ma Bed-Stuy nigga but I do it to deathI promise I'm as St. Thomas homey eating at Chef'sOne-twelve, A-T-L, the sun up yet?Then we party like the sun don't set

We goin' take you all around the world, it's the same song (same song)Everywhere (same song)It's the same song (same song)We goin' take you all around the world, same song (same song)Same song (same song)Same song (same song)All around the world